Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Кто видит сны...

Vladimir Turiyansky

Who dreams who is crying at night,
As a child, waiting for the deception.
And I bet the backpack on her shoulders,
I swallow the smoke spring mist.

Beleet unfinished sonnet.
I shall add it possibly happen.
He looks so much like surviving the snow
Under the crooked fingers of acacias.

Well, that, my friend, let's "one for the road".
Dlinneet day, winter leaves in the summer,
And we are there, in the north-east,
The country vagrants and songs unsung.

There, where the letters do not always go
And arrive on nesting birds,
Where the sky and running water
Merge invisible boundary.

To pay the debts and leave quickly
(Here, the sky completely in the window bindings)
From stuffy rooms with views of the people,
Where life is knocking his knuckles on the abacus.

Well, that, my friend, let's "one for the road"
Sit down, sit down in front of the road,
To know the doubts and anxieties
There, in the distance, where the letters go long.